Last Person to Win?

Or a wet one. . . . .
Reminds me of the story of the cock pheasant who offered to give the lighthouse keeper's cat a ride back to the mainland.

'Are you sure?' the cat asked.

'Yeah. It's not far,' the pheasant said. 'Climb on my back.'

In fact it was rather further than the pheasant realised. And, as they got closer and closer to the mainland, the pheasant became more and more tired. Eventually, the pheasant could carry on no longer, and they dropped from the sky into the sea.

Ah, yes, dear reader, where there's a tired cock there's often a wet pussy.

:)
 
Reminds me of the story of the cock pheasant who offered to give the lighthouse keeper's cat a ride back to the mainland.

'Are you sure?' the cat asked.

'Yeah. It's not far,' the pheasant said. 'Climb on my back.'

In fact it was rather further than the pheasant realised. And, as they got closer and closer to the mainland, the pheasant became more and more tired. Eventually, the pheasant could carry on no longer, and they dropped from the sky into the sea.

Ah, yes, dear reader, where there's a tired cock there's often a wet pussy.

:)

:) :)
 
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